Poetry

Escape

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Monday has come and gone. Sighing

in relief, she reaches for the keys. Old

red apartment door, her sanctuary.

Walking in, everything was missing.

Curtains, photos, and furniture. All but

a letter and car keys. Years of creating

a safe space, wasted. Tears. Reading,

‘stuck in clutter, you’ve become part

 of the routine. Leave this place, quit

while you’re still breathing. There’s

a car outside. Escape. Find meaning.’


Art by ateist-kleranty

 

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1 comment on “Escape

  1. iamdaphneblake84

    Hugs.

    Like

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